Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.